Chapter 217

Chapter 217

In the end, Jay didn’t offer a higher bid. Ignoring Xavier and Yvette’s attempts to get him to stay, he angrily led his whole family out of their house. Before going downstairs, Dorian couldn’t help but look back at Larissa, reluctant to part with her.

Once outside the Seymours’ place, he started to complain. “It’s just twenty million dollars! Last month, you paid Laura Newman thirty million dollars for that movie!”

“I gave Laura thirty million dollars because she can earn me several billion dollars in return. Can Larissa do that?” Jay retorted with a snort. “Anyway, forget about this marriage! Tomorrow, I’ll find you a better match.”

“But I’ve set my sights on Larissal” Dorian persisted. “I won’t marry anyone else but her!”

“Then fork out twenty million dollars yourself for her I won’t waste a penny on her,” Jay said resolutely.

“Either marry someone else or never marry in your lifetime. You choose.”

“Dad!” Dorian took a few steps forward and grabbed his hand, but he shook it off.

“Don’t call me Dad! No son of mine is as useless as you are!”

With Annabell’s help, Jay got into the car and slammed the door shut, barely missing Dorian, who wanted to follow him into the car.

Scratching his nose, Dorian reluctantly got into the shotgun seat.

“Dorian,” Jay called.

Reuben, who was focused on driving, tilted his head in response. “Yes?”

“Find out who Mr. Rogers really is,” he instructed, his eyes flashing fiercely. “Ill make him pay for opposing me.”

Meanwhile, back at the Seymours, Kevan took Larissa’s hand.

“We should leave too,” he said.

However, Yvette stopped them.

“I don’t agree with your marriage.” Yvette looked right into his eyes, her tone firm and resolute.

However, her opinion didn’t matter to Kevan “This is a matter between Larissa and me. We don’t need anyone’s approval.”

He shouldered past her, but Yvette grabbed Larissa’s wrist from behind. She didn’t dare do anything to Kevan, so she unleashed her anger on Larissa instead.

“Do you want me to die of anger?”

With a smile, Larissa replied, “Even in the late stages of cancer, you’re still full of energy. If I anger you a little, I’m sure it wouldn’t kill you, right?”

Yvette had forgotten that she was still playing the role of a cancer patient. When Larissa reminded her, she immediately toned down her voice. “Since you know that I’m in the late stages of cancer and don’t have many years left, can’t you let me have some peace?”

“You’ve never cared about me. Did you care when I left Bartham all these years? Have you shown any concern for me?” Larissa confronted her.

“I never cared about you? Didn’t I pay a million dollars to get rid of those nasty people from your ex -

husband’s family?” Yvette retorted.

“I think we both know for whom you paid that amount of money.” Larissa broke free from her grip and leaned toward Kevan. “I’ll return the one million dollars once I’m back in Covenford. Meanwhile, you can stay at home and rest, pretending that I’m not your daughter. Make sure you live your last few years happily.”

She gave Kevan a signal, and he immediately began to walk.

“Mom!” Lana suddenly shouted, “Mom, please don’t cry!”

Larissa’s foot hovered over the first step of the stairs for a split second before she decided to place her foot down.

Meanwhile, Yvette sobbed, “Larissa. I’m not as heartless as you! You can pretend you don’t have a mother, but I can never pretend that you’re not my daughter *

Larissa smirked to herself, not responding to her words. Kevan tightened his grip on her hand and hastened their pace down the stairs.